[My Father’s Lies] Zaiden So many things have changed over the course of my marriage to this man. I have learned so much, though; I wish I didn’t. That monster. Even as I write this entry, my heart reels of bitterness and resentment toward him for what he did. His cruelty toward me, no problem. But the atrocious act he committed, that I can never forgive. It amazes me how my late king and I never saw him for who he is—a tyrant and a murderer. I suppose he is good at hiding his true intentions. One day, recently, I snuck out of my quarters—now known as my prison—needing a late-night snack when I overheard something I shouldn’t have. It floored me. The worst part is I can’t act on it. I needed to think about my unborn child. His safety comes first. After hearing what I did, I ran back to my room and locked myself away, only allowing the maids inside. I avoided that man like he’s the plague. I only have two days until this baby comes and until then, I must do all I can to protect
[Darkness] SIERRA Darkness. A dense, inky blackness that seemed to stretch into nothingness, unlike the usual moonless night. I couldn’t see a thing or hear a sound. Nothing to taste or smell other than darkness. Then panic gripped me, its frigid claws engulfing my body. My hands reached out, wanting to feel something—anything — but nothing was there. Nothing except emptiness and terror. The darkness seemed to go on indefinitely. That was when my worry transformed into full-fledged fear, and fear into unspeakable horror. I strained to scream. There was silence. What was happening? Where was I? Sierra! A meek voice, a whisper in my head. The darkness that had engulfed me for what felt like an eternity began to fade. In my consciousness, a pleasant voice drifted in and out. I could only hear a few words at a time. “... your eyes...” My eyes? What about them? What’s the matter with my eyes? Am I sleeping? “... a long time...” Time? What exactly is going on? Who is this woma
[Shadows In A Dream] ARIANNE After cleaning up at the little creek on the eastern side of the pack, I sped back to my room to await the man who had ordered Sierra’s assassination. I was certain it would please him to know I succeeded. Sebastian would never know I killed his first mate, and now his second mate was dead, too. He would be mine. “Arianne, two; Sasha and Sierra, nil. Oh, the sweet victory.” I sprawled out on the bed, waiting for either this mystery man to show up or sleep to take me. It didn’t bother me what I did. Even though Sebastian had taken her to the infirmary and they were doing everything in their power to save her. Sierra wouldn’t survive. I made sure of it when I sank my teeth into her neck. My eyes drooped, exhaustion seeping into my bones. I couldn’t sleep, though. Not yet, at least. I wanted to see the look on this man’s face when he realized I did what he asked. After today, I would never have to worry about another woman coming between Sebastian and me
[The Prisoner] SEBASTIAN “Ugh!” I groaned as the sun kissed my back, arms, and legs. It felt hot and painful everywhere. My head throbbed like someone had a sledgehammer whacking at it for hours. I suppose that was my fault, though. Had I not drunk as much as I did, this wouldn’t have happened. Not to mention, I could barely move my limbs. Try as I might, I couldn’t move. My body ached, my mouth was impossibly dry like I ate sand, and my limbs felt like jelly—all wobbly and uncoordinated. I forgot to add that I couldn’t open my eyes at all, and it wasn’t just because of my heavy eyelids, but also because of my sensitivity to the glaring sunlight. Mind you, werewolves didn’t get hangovers. It was almost impossible, especially with human alcohol. Our bodies healed too quickly for the booze to settle. Yet somehow, the amount I consumed last night was enough to knock out an elephant for a month. Perhaps longer. I tried moving again, this time pushing up on my arms and knees. Even get
[The Prisoner II]SEBASTIAN“If you don’t know why you’re here, how can you say you didn’t do it? What didn’t you do?” I scanned her face, watching for any telltale signs of lying. Arianne was an open book; she hid nothing. My heart felt like it would pound out of my chest as our eyes locked, hers asking me to believe her.“I know, which is why I’m telling you I’m innocent of whatever they’re saying I did. Sebastian, you know who I am. Am I the kind of person to commit a crime, whatever it may be?” She stretched her arms across the table, keeping her gaze fixed on me.Atticus tried to take control, wanting to jump across the table, wrap my hands around her scrawny neck and squeeze until she spit out the truth, but I stopped him. Her blood wasn’t clean enough to have on my hands. We wouldn’t be any better than her if we did.“Where were you last night before midnight?” I asked her, watching to see her reaction, though I didn’t have to wait long, which was disappointing.“In my room—alo
[My Father’s Lies II] ZAIDEN What have I done? I killed my sister. Regardless of whether it wasn’t by my hands, it was still my fault. Because of my father, I was so eager to believe his lies, thinking I was protecting our kingdom. He tricked, lied, and manipulated me for twenty-five years. Perhaps I made it easy for him. I believed anything and everything he told me without question. Like when he said my mother died in childbirth. Or when he told me Sierra was his late brother’s bastard child, conceived by a common whore. Well... I could firmly say no more. My father’s days of manipulating me into doing his biddings were over. However, he would have to answer for his crimes. Leaving the bathroom, I came up on Princess Cassidy sitting by the window with her back to me. She remained motionless. Didn’t she hear the bathroom door open and close? “Princess?” I called out as I approached her with both my hands buried in my pockets and a determination set in my heart. I was yet to fin
[Galloping Heart] ARIANNE I jolted awake in bed, screaming my heart out. My palm shot to my chest, trying to calm my galloping heart. I was reluctant to open my eyes for fear of not being back in the comfort of my bedroom, but trapped in a never-ending loop of Sebastian saying I killed him. That look in Sebastian’s eyes chilled me to the bone. Dream or not, I could never hurt Sebastian. Not intentionally, at least. Never. He was my everything, and I loved him. Sighing, I slipped from the sweat-soaked bed and headed to the bathroom to splash some water on my face. That nightmare left something broken inside me. Despite Sebastian’s icy, piercing eyes forever imprinted in my brain, I understood what the dream signified. One thing was certain: that nightmare had nothing to do with Sebastian and everything to do with Sierra. The expression was correct, but from the incorrect face. Even if I tried, I couldn’t forget the look she gave me. She stared at me with such sympathy. Could you b
[Release Him] SEBASTIAN “I recognize your frustration, Alpha, and I can understand why you’re upset, but sometimes circumstances are beyond our control. Despite our disapproval, the laws of nature still apply,” the nurse continued. “My mate is here fighting for her life. How can that be the laws of nature?” If I ever heard some bullshit, that would be it. I opened my mouth to say something else when a knock came at the door. I turned to find Rory standing there, something akin to confusion in his eyes. He glanced between Sierra and me, then around the room, perplexed. “Uhm, who were you talking to?” “Huh?” His question baffled me. “What do you mean, who am I talking to? Do you not see the…“ My voice trailed off, only now noticing the nurse had just—disappeared. I glimpsed left, then right, but it was like she was never there. What the hell? That nurse was just here, I swear! Anyway… "I was on my way to inform you that the interrogation was ineffective. When I got to the door,
[This Is Not The End] ARIELLA It took us a while to get there, but it was a pleasant walk. The trees were all in full bloom, and it smelled delightful. As we walked, I started feeling a little better. I felt lighter and happier. He was right, though. I didn’t need to worry about him. He was fine. And if he wasn’t, I would be there to take care of him. We reached the stream, and it was gorgeous, surrounded by a ring of tall redwoods and the sun setting behind them. The water glistened in the light. “It’s beautiful,” he murmured. “Yeah,” I agreed. I sat on the edge of the stream, watching the ripples in the water as the gentle breeze stirred the surface. Malik lay on his back next to me, his eyes closed and a contented expression masking his features. “I could get used to this. The tranquility here is unlike anything I’ve felt in a long time.” I rested my chin on my shoulder, watching him, feeling the butterflies flutter with glee in my stomach. Immediately, I felt better than I
[Memories] ARIELLA “I have a better idea,” I murmured as I studied the guard. “Instead of repeating everything to my father, why don’t you tell him yourself? Or, even better, have my mother look into your memories.” “Look into my memories?” Malik’s brow quirked in question. “How is she gonna do that?” I flashed him a smile, confident in my plan. “Here’s what hunters don’t know about my mom. Unlike the other wolves, my mother was born a witch from another realm. A realm where only witches, wizards, and mages existed.” “That’s, uhm... that’s something,” Malik acknowledged, the wheels in his head clocking overtime as he processed the information. “Yeah, so recently I learned my mom has this cool ability to see people’s memories,” I explained. “Lucky for me, I was born with a similar power. Mine is to see the outcome of major events. At least that’s what I think. Which was how we had known to expect another attack.” “From the moment we met, I knew there was something special about y
[A Favor] ARIELLA “All right, I can do that. I’ll tell you everything once you promise to do something for me in return.” He nodded, continuing to eat. “What will that be?” “I just need to know my family is okay. My cousin Amanda, the one I was here with recently, is pregnant. My mom is sick and—“ “Say no more,” I chimed in, cutting him off. “It is mainly my fault you are in this cell. Had you not been my mate—although you could’ve died in battle—you wouldn’t have been here.” He stopped chewing, looking at me with intense curiosity. “Are you sure you don’t want to know what I need you to do for me or the time to think it over?” I shook my head. “I doubt it’ll be worse than you locked in a cell.” “Okay.” He gave a brief chuckle. “I think this will be the first time I ever requested a favor from a wolf—a favor for a former hunter.” “A favor from your mate,” I corrected, which made him smile. “I will check on your family, Malik. If they’re okay, I’ll come back and tell you, an
[Debatable] ARIELLA Infuriated, hands balled into fists, nostrils flared, and hatred burning in my eyes, I stormed after my father. “Was locking him away seriously necessary?” I called out, trying to catch up with my father’s long strides. “He proved he was a wolf, yet you locked him away anyway, like some rabid dog.” Ahead, my father stopped and turned halfway towards me, leveling a look that said he’d heard enough. I had crossed the line and was making things worse. “I have to be sure he’s not an imposter, a hunter pretending to be a wolf. It’s like Alpha Declan pointed out. Nobody knows what made him a wolf.” I shook my head in disgust. “Malik did nothing wrong. He’s not some test used to see how well we can protect our pack.” “You’ve got no clue what you’re talking about,” Dad said, returning to his earlier pace. “There’s a lot to do. I suggest you focus on that before you join your mate in the cells.” “Ugh!” I let out an angry growl and kicked a small stone in my path, sen
[Not A Threat II] MALIK The moment I saw her face when I awoke after blacking out earlier, I realized how grateful I was to still be alive, even as a werewolf. Not just that. I also understood the severity of this werewolf bond Owen had told me about. The bond was more than just a physical connection. It was also both emotional and spiritual. It sure would take some getting used to. The love and concern in Ariella’s eyes, despite her efforts to hide it, told me she was also thankful I was alive. She was worried about me and hoped I would be okay. Little did she know how much effort it took not to kiss her then and there. Then, suddenly, the world got quiet. The wind rustling trees, the birds tweeting, and the insects chirping all stopped. Her breath was in my ear. I could feel her heartbeat, fast and steady. For a split second, my body froze, and my heart stopped beating. Just for a second, but once my body registered what was happening, it was everything and nothing like I imag
[Not A Threat] ARIELLA I placed my hand on his chest and willed him to wake up. His skin was warm to the touch, but he didn’t stir. I glanced around frantically, trying to find something to help him. My eyes landed on a large tree branch lying on the ground a few feet away. On my feet in seconds, I grabbed it and ran back to his side. I placed the branch under his arm and tried to apply pressure to the wound, but it was gushing blood. I had to do something, and fast. Or he would bleed out. Ripping off a piece of my shirt, I tied it around the branch, hoping it would stem the flow of blood. Thank the goddess, it had the desired effect. The blood slowed to a trickle. “El!” Abby screamed behind me, her heavy footfall letting me know she was running towards me. “Over here.” I shouted, never taking my eyes off my mate. I stripped off my belt and wrapped it around his arm, compressing the wound. “Oh, thank goodness!” she said as she knelt down next to me. “What the hell happened?”
[Is This The End?] DECLAN We marched further into the woods, where we came across a small camp. From where I stood, ten clicks away, I could smell the faint scent of death. As I approached, I noticed the bodies of several wolves, burned and bloody, lying in the dirt. I pulled out my bow and approached with caution, trailing behind the group. I held my breath as we stepped over the dead bodies. In an instant, my body grew tense as I scanned the area, trying to discern what had taken place at the camp. My fingers tightened around my bow out of reflex. “Are they all dead?” someone murmured in a low voice. “It looks that way,” I replied, my tone grim. “We have to be careful; whatever or whoever did this could still be out there.” My men nodded and followed me through the camp, their guns drawn. They found the bodies of several hunters, but no sign of what had killed them. A stillness hovered in the air, as if all life had been sucked out of this place. I peered into a nearby tent,
[Waiting Impatiently] DECLAN I set my jaw and drummed my fingers against my leg. You could hear the tension in the air. Over the last twenty minutes, my troops and I had been waiting in my parents’ old cabin for the hunters. I recall my parents taking me here as a child. When things were quiet on the pack lands in the summer, we’d come up here, and I’d spend hours in the lake five clicks north of here. Though I didn’t want to sully those fond memories of them by utilizing the cabin as a hideout during the war, it was the only accessible spot where we would be safe and keep an eye out for the hunters closing in on the pack. Hopefully, my parents wouldn’t be angry at me for using it other than as a vacation home. As the minutes ticked by, I felt my anxiety rise. I felt out of control, waiting for something awful to happen to my pack. I tried to tamp down my fear and focus on what we needed to do. All this panicking had me wondering if this was my last day alive. Since Jasper to
[Betrayal] MALIK I took the western route when Ariella and her companion were out of sight, heading toward the location where I knew the hunters would camp. I needed answers for this betrayal, despite the existence of a treaty between the two species. Trekking over fallen logs and broken twigs, I drew in a deep breath, filling my lungs with fresh air. I quickened my pace as I drew closer to the location, scanning the forest around me for any signs of movement. My heart thumped as I finally spotted the camp, its tents distinguishable among the trees. Owen emerged from the tent. He dialed something on his cell and pressed it to his ears. “Gil, it’s Owen. Bruno reported he saw four wolves heading your way. He said Malik killed Titus to protect a she-wolf and another wolf.” He said, frowning. “Yeah, I believe it’s her,” Owen answered after a minute, his voice slightly hushed. I froze, my stomach dropping to the ground. He paused, his frown deepening. “I’ll handle it,” he said. “